It was an accidental discovery. He was looking for something to eat and he heard you sing. And well..he could always eat later
He followed the sound and he saw you folding the clothes, while singing and wearing just shorts. Pure Heaven. Just pure Heaven
Doesn’t matter if you were singing something metal, country,pop or rap, he stood there listening to you for an indefinite amount of time
You noticed him leaning on the doorframe,but went on with your task. It wasn’t the first time he heard you sing, or so you thought
Will have his camera on for the moment. He needs to have this recording, cause he will put them to good use later.
Will make renovations in the house to hear your singing more clearly. That’s money well spent in his books
Does he have an entire file about you? He absolutely does. And it’s a lot of videos. Seriously, how much he paid for that 1T?
Is his ringtone one your singing moments? Absolutely. And what were you singing? Defence of Moscow by Sabaton
Probably the first time he heard you sing. He honestly spent a lot of time out for work, so he wasn’t exactly aware of this habit of yours
Pleasantly surprised. Your voice is like a calming balm. It doesn’t matter what happened before he set foot in the house, your voice has already washed away every problem
Will he set your voice as a ringtone? Yes, he has. And he has file audio of you singing to hear. So whenever he’s at work, you are always there with him
Did you just call him at lunch time to sing a new song you heard on the radio that , casually, reminded you of him? Of course you did.
Did he mind to? No, he did not. That small but true smile was only for you. You make his days brighter and lighter than they usually are
Did he make suggestions? Probably has,but you don’t mind. Leaving with him has given you a clear idea of what songs he may listen to
And yes, you had an impromptu song over Bach or Chopin. And he lived every second of it.
He heard someone singing Hayloft in his garage. And it was you. He heard also your rendition of Skillet, and he stopped dead in his tracks
Your voice…it was just mesmerizing. Like a siren for a lost sailor. And oh, he was drawn to you like a moth to flame
No matter what was on, you would gladly sing it, and he would stare like a lovestruck puppy. And yes, you teased him about this
He denies having ever gone soft whenever you sang in his presence. He will not give you this satisfaction,no matter how hard you try
As Asa, he will demand you to sing more for him. But you already do, so win-win situation
I didn’t tell you this…but you managed to sing together ‘Can you feel the love tonight?’ and record the event.
You are already his muse,but this…this goes beyond his expectations. You could sing? And you didn’t tell him?
He usually would listen to more classical music,but he didn’t mind putting on something different, just to hear your voice
His artistic side shine brighter the days you were down in the basement with him, singing while he worked the new statue
Will probably melt if you sing something romantic directly to him. You can see his face go bright red ,even from beyond the wax mask.
Please for your sake don’t fluster him too much. He can’t sign when his thoughts have just been replaced by mush, y/n
If you find some drawings as a thanking gift, you know that Vincent had just been there.
Dear please, what happened? Why are you crying, who hurt you? He’s gonna have them for dinner.
He’s furious, who had the gall to not only make you cry, but to even lay their filthy hands on you. Distasteful
He’s gonna check you up methodically, not leaving anything to the fate. And hopefully,your injury is not serious
After he will be at your side, unconditionally. Everything he had to do will be postponed. He has better things to do now
Don’t worry,he won’t push you to talk about what happened. He needs only a name, and he will have them disappear from existence
His dear baby, so distraught. He can’t have that. You are his precious diamond, and no one should have the gall to even breathe the same air as you
And if you hear the name of your attacker in the news the month later, you knew that Hannibal had done it
He should have known, that Arkin would give you a run for your money. He should have done something sooner. He should have killed him when he had the chance
And look what happened. His dear butterfly, crying, clutching their wrist in their hands. Shakingly telling him, through sobs and tears, that someone tried to hurt you, that he knew him and so on
And if that wasn’t the wrath of God he was feeling. Your tears were drawing knives in his heart, and he couldn’t help but hug you tight, shushing you oh so gently.
He talked you through your panic attack, and when you managed to calm down just enough, he bandaged your wrist so gently, afraid of breaking you further
He would deal with him later, he couldn’t leave you alone,not when you begged him with your eyes to stay with you, afraid of that man
He would have gone after him, if you didn’t tell him that he had been following you. You didn’t know where he was now,but that enough was a reason for him to stay put
He couldn’t pass up an opportunity so precious like this. And if Arkin wanted to play with fire, he just had to burn him to ashes, didn’t he? And if the news told the tragic demise of another thief, you knew that Asa had made his claim clear.
You were his and his alone.
Oh, dear ol’ Vincent. No one,apart from his twin, knew how really vicious and brutal he was. Fortunately for them, no one had yet witnessed his carnage
It was Bi who brought you to him. You were too shaken and too injured to even move. He felt a pang in his chest. After all, you were his twin’s lover, you were family
He felt a chill tun down his spine, when he saw Vincent’s only eye change from that warm blue to an icy shade of cyan.
He made sure you were okay, needing Bo assistance to patch you up. He needed only a glance to his twin, to make him understand.
Before he left, he kissed your cheeks, then your forehead,and then your lips. He was comforting you,before he left. A promise
Bo was left as your guardian,and even flinched a little at the sight. Never he had seen so much hate, so much bloodlust
And if Lester ended up with nothing but pieces of a body to dump,then he knew that one of them had done a massacre.
There was nothing left of the attackers. And you would not remember them. They were just a faint memory.
He didn’t leave your side for the next week. He was making sure you were still there, with him. That was too close a call to
The second he heard you running sobbing through the house and into your bedroom,was the moment he knew. Something happened and would deal his punishment
He was tempted to see what was upsetting you,but Lester came in first and told him to come and deal with this motherfucker
Well he would just that. But what Lester didn’t tell him was that it was this bitchy piece of shit who made you cry. Their words like a hot knife cutting through butter
Oh,but he knew something was up with this one. The looks Lester was giving him about the asshole were telling enough. If Lester was this tense, then it was their fault
And how loved to torture them. To slowly take them apart, painfully dragging their death on. By the end,there was not a single piece of meat intact.
And if after that, you felt a strong pair of arms around you, and a soft southern accent shushing you, you knew that you were safe
Probably Preston was the cause of your current state. He was jealous of your husband, and by default, he was an absolute menace to you
If it wasn’t for his imposing figure, his character and edgy tongue did the work for him. But you were used to it. But the violence was new
He caged you, threatened you, and soon enough you were struggling to get free. His grip was hard and strong,and it would leave its mark
It was Jesse’s presence who made him let go, but it was too late. He was standing there, frozen. Looking first at you,then at your arm,and then at Preston
Oh,he was gonna have fun with him, wouldn’t him? And it would have been cute to see you hide behind him, if you weren’t panicking
Spann was already there,taking you to a much more safer place. She was the opposite of Preston,and you could understand why Jesse trusted her so much.
It wasn’t long after your escape that Jesse came back. And he didn’t waste time. He cradled you like he would a baby, and let you cry
He didn’t let go, not once. He was there for you. He would protect you, dear lover. And no one would stop him from doing so.
You know for a fact that he doesn’t like surprises. But this one was excusable. Or so you dearly hoped. At least you thought that it was one worth the begging you made
You programmed a three month expedition around the world to see and study rare species of butterfly and spider. You had worked hard for that and he wasn’t going to stop you from achieving it
You asked him about his summer programmes, and when you saw he had none, you jumped at the idea. Now you only had to take him with you
You set out a list of things you both needed, and you swore his eyes widened at the familiar items. Oh yeah, you caught him in your trap
You told him what was going to happen only when you landed in Brazil. And his sincere smile was worth it. Once at the hotel, you explained better what the plan was and you got engulfed in one of Asa’s rarest hug.
You were about better than the master, were you little spider?
When you told him you had planned the vacation of the year, he did look at you with a hint of amusement. But he entertained your idea for the moment
You told him to pack lightly, and to tell the truth he was curious as to why, but you simply said that he will enjoy your surprise
You covered his eyes and brought him to your private jet. Only inside you told him where you were going. “ I know you love arts and all things related to beauty. That’s why I managed to find a tour of all the major European museums. Just the two of us”
Oh boy was he smitten with you and your surprise. He hugged you tight, you were simply marvelous. Enjoying a glass of champagne, he couldn’t wait to land.
You are full of surprises, you aren’t you my dear?
Wouldn’t it be nice to surprise your hard working husband with a nice vacation to Transilvania and all those places where you can brutal story unfolded?
Yeah that would be nice, if you weren’t arguing like two idiots on who was going to spoil who this time around. It was your turn, but he had planned the exact same thing
Anyway… You managed to get away with it this time. But only on the condition of letting him spoil you rot the next time. Ah, such was the problem between you two
But you had to admit that a month long vacation around the darkest parts of Europe did you good. And you even found your husband a new skull, great.
Although he was funny to see him try to ride an untamed horse without cursing the poor thing out. Yep, a good time indeed
thick thighs , skinny thighs , fatty thighs , toned thighs . fuck , these boys love your thighs . the feel of them in their hands . they way you squeeze their head between them . having them pressed against their hips as they take you . even outside the bedroom they can’t get enough . hand shyly placed on the top of your thigh , a gentle squeeze , a calming stroke of a thumb back and forth . wear some booty shorts or yoga pants or a short dress and watch these men tremble and growl and get handsy . how can they resist ?
ass : billy loomis & jesse cromeans
big fat ass ? bouncy ? soft ? toned ass ? small ass ? ass is ass . and they are filthily shameless in their appreciation . expected to be slapped as they walk buy . to have your ass cupped when they hug you . they love to see it jiggle and bounce . feeling that sweet ass of your against their hips as your faced down and getting fucked like a bitch in heat ? perfect . turning you over their knee and spanking you till that ass is red and you’re in tears ? delicious . short shorts ? short dresses ? even in public you’ll feel their hand sneak up and grab a handful , massaging that plump rump with a smug grin .
hips : michael myers
it’s his favorite place to mark . to dig his teeth into and drag . to suck dark marks into . they way your hipbones stick out or stay hidden doesn’t matter . the width isn’t an issue . what’s an issue is how utterly fucking good they look bruised with his fingertips . how his hands engulf them . how he can use that place as a handle to jerk and tug you as he fucks into you viciously . low waisted pants ? crop top ? just enough skin to show those bruises he left ? an intimate claim normally only meant for his eyes ? but you’re showing them off like some trophy ? you’ll find yourself pressed against a wall , hands on your hips , rubbing the bruises and making them ache . and you’ll like it .
tiddies : brahms heelshire & bubba sawyer & stu macher
big tits , small tits , male presenting tits , female presenting tit , non-binary tits , no tits ? tits . mother fucking tiddies ! these two go ham . they want to hold them in their hands , to squeeze and pinch and pull and tug and nip and bite and suck . they’ll be drooling over them . they’re face always finds it’s way to your tiddies , nuzzling and sighing and moaning . and fuck if you let them play with them . rubbing their leaking cocks over your chest , over your nipples and making a little mess . pressing you tiddies together so they can fuck between them , coating them in their cum and making them look milky ? fuck , they’re in heaven .
what does your slasher want most ?
thighs : bubba saywer
this boy’s thighs are fucking sensitive . run your hands over those chubby , thick hamhocks and watch him wiggle and squirm , precum leaking from his tip . use your mouth . suckle , kiss , bite , nip , drag your tongue so close to the where thigh meets crotch only to skip over his erection and so the same to the other side . he’ll cum from just the teasing alone .
ass : jesse cromeans & stu macher & jason vorhees
they want to be topped . dick them down , peg them . slap their asses , give them squeezes as they walk by . eat them the fuck out and finger them and just sit back and watch how they submit and come undone . they might be too proud or too shy to ask for it , but know that when they bend over and you smack them that they are filled with need . don’t be shy , don’t be scared , love them fat asses and love them boys .
hips : billy loomis & brahms heelshire
sensitive as fuck hips . the way their hips bones just out , so easily to trace over - did they just jolt up and lean their heads back as they tried to get more ? yes they fucking did . scratch over their higs , suckle right under their hip bones , trace over it with your tongue , dig your fingers into them and bite and mark them up . they’re sluts for it .
tiddies : michael myers & thomas hewitt
fucking suck them fat tiddies . cup those beautiful tits in your hands , give them a squeeze , tease the pads of your thumbs over their nipples . flick them to get them hard . suck on them , for the love of god bite them . see how they stutter , eyes rolling back and body tense from trying to hide how much they enjoy this ? kitten licks and kisses followed by needy suckling . you’ll get them desperate and wanting .
